Best Man for Luffy – Law
"No."
"C'mon, Torao!" Luffy was all but begging him, wriggling not unlike a small puppy would do in the presence of a human laden with treats. "You're my best friend and an ally and ya gotta do it for me!"
"No."
Luffy pouted and crossed his arms. "I refuse your refusal."
Law had heard all about this particular tactic from a particularly volatile chef and was more than ready for it. "I refuse your refusal of my refusal."
Luffy opened his mouth – and then closed it again, trying to work out exactly what Law had just said.
Law smirked at the smoke starting to appear from Luffy's ears and turned to walk away – only to come face-to-face with the Sunny's navigator and its historian. He paused, watching them warily as they gave him matching smiles. He'd seen friendlier grins from sharks, and seakings about to eat his submarine. "Nami-ya, Nico-ya."
"Come with us, Torao-kun," Robin said softly, folding her arm into his with delicacy. "We'd like to talk something over with you."
Law thought about refusing, but then he saw Nami finger her storm scepter with a speculative look in her eye, and he gave in with almost embarrassing swiftness. Almost embarrassing, because there was absolutely no male on board who would refuse such an invitation from the two beautiful – and extremely dangerous – females, save for Zoro who was a masochistic moron anyway and therefore didn't count.
Law considered himself an intelligent man.
"Very well, ladies. Lead the way."
Law was announced as Luffy's best man that night over dinner. Only Sanji burst out laughing until he caught Nami's eye, and then he offered Law a plateful of rice balls filled with vegetables as an apology.
...Whether the apology was laughing or for Law's role in the upcoming ceremony, no one knew.
...Law really had no chance here, poor guy. *winks*
